I remember what my life was like back then.
I remember those days of not being able to function without help in liquid form. My personnel coordinator (the guy who gave me work) would often make the joke, “Red Bull before a gig, Red Dog after.” He may have been being funny, but it was a reality. I would walk into a gig with a four pack of Red Bull. As soon as the gig was over, I was looking for a six-pack. Red Dog was the best I could afford at that time.
Just two months prior, I was living in a nice one bedroom loft. Of course, the only furnishings I had was an old boombox radio, a Commodore 64 Continue reading “I could not imagine having the Life I have today.”